“If you love someone, torment them relentlessly.”

This seems to be the credo of brothers. I didn’t grow up with a brother, so I don’t entirely get this. However, as the parent of brothers, this seems to be the way it works. There’s something decidedly alpha-dog about the behavior. Physical domination by the older one following by over-dramatic yelping from the younger one.

Unfortunately, the one who feels victimized by all this is me. And if they don’t cut it out soon I’m gonna start smacking them on the nose with a rolled up newspaper.